Note return — POEMS AND BALLADS OF SCHILLER.

"Albeit, when first the destrier9 eyed The laidly thing, it swerved aside, Snorted and rear'd—and even they, The fierce hounds, shrank with startled bay; I ceased not, till, by custom bold, After three tedious moons were told, Both barb and hounds were train'd—nay, more, Fierce for the fight—then left the shore! Three days have fleeted since I prest (Return'd at length) this welcome soil, Nor once would lay my limbs to rest, Till wrought the glorious crowning toil.